User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20151202030447/@comment-26879391-20151206193056

'''Swiftly, the cloaked one darted back, avoiding a possible attack. But it didn't stop there. The figure began running once again towards the silver sable. It cursed under it's breath, before revealing a strong, single swing of the scimitar. Perhaps she had underestimated her opponent...'''